The moon is in the middle of the sky.

A battered patrol boat is drifting along the vast sea.

Except for the sea breeze floating, which brought a creaking sound on the boat, there was not a trace of human voice.

I don't know how long it has been, but not far from the hull of the ship, there was a faint sound of lapping on the water.

The voice came from nowhere, looming, sounding slightly, and then stopped hurriedly, adding a dark aura to the vast sea for no reason.

But it didn't matter, the ship, which had long been beaten out of shape, was not hit by the sound and did not make any movement, it was still quietly drifting with the waves.

"Smack!" In this silence, the strange sound on the sea finally stopped and slowly approached the hull.

If one observes at this time, they will find that the sound is actually from one of the many broken beams floating on the surface of the sea.

For some reason, the beam did not drift away with the wind, but as if it had wisdom, it left behind its companions, the lonely followers who broke the ship, and drew closer and closer, until at last it caught up with the hull of the ship, and stayed on the surface of the sea beside the ship, and there was no more movement.

It's a little weird.

Fortunately, as it approached the back of the ship, the beam finally gave up its purpose of continuing to follow the hull, and after a wave, it followed in the footsteps of its companions, moving farther and farther.

Everything is calm again.

If nothing else, the ship will only change when it is discovered by another ship sailing on the surface.

However, after some time passed, suddenly there was another movement from the side of the boat.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a black shadow that couldn't see what it was suddenly out of the water, although there was moonlight, but under the huge shadow of the hull, it was impossible to see what this black thing was.

The suddenness of its appearance, the moment it emerges, and the moment it stands still.

It remained motionless, as if watching, listening, until it was sure that there was no more danger on board.

A hand, a different kind of pale and puffy palm.

The palm of his hand rose from the surface of the water and hit the slippery wall of the boat, and he didn't know how he borrowed his strength, but he heard a splash, and the black shadow jumped up from the bottom of the water.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, a black shadow with a cloak scattered and a mess fell heavily on the already tattered deck.

He was lying on his back on the boat, another agitated spirit, using his hands and feet at the same time, and his body was extremely ugly, and he raised his head on the surface of the boat, and a pair of still vigilant eyes immediately swept around.

As if some desolate beast was preying on him around the ship, he didn't dare to make a single movement, pricked up his ears, and held his breath to carefully observe every slightest movement around him.

There was no movement.

But he still didn't dare to move, his eyes began to stare in one direction, and about a hundred meters ahead, there was also a ship drifting with the current.

He stared at the ship for a long time, until he couldn't support the movement of raising his head, he finally relaxed slightly, raised his head slightly, as if he could no longer support the movement of raising his head, and in the gradually increasing sound of kicking, he tried to turn over, and lay on the surface of the boat again, looking up at the starry sky.

In the night, his chest rose and fell violently, his breathing was heavy, and his mouth let out a low murmur that seemed to be happy and bitter: "It seems that he is gone, he can't stay here anymore, and he has finally escaped......"

His breathing gradually stabilized, looking at the moon in the sky, just the sea and the sky, and it was difficult to accurately predict the time just by relying on the position of the moon.

But he felt that it should be a long time since the battle ended.

Because he floated on the surface of the sea until he couldn't hold on anymore, even if the water was cold to the bone, even if he was already seriously injured, he still had no problem holding on for a few hours.

Maybe it won't be long before dawn.

After resting for a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a strong smell of blood gradually began to stimulate his already recovered sense of smell.

His eyes moved slightly, as if he realized something, and his pale palm touched the deck slightly, and then raised his hand in front of him, and in the moonlight, his palm was bright red......

His eyes changed, he quickly got up, looked to his side, and then his eyes shrank, and his already pale face became even more colorless.

Corpse!

The tattered deck was littered with corpses.

However, it was not these corpses that made him react so much, but what he saw, dozens of motionless figures, all of them only had torsos, and above the neck, all of them were empty, only bright red.

"Damn brute!" He only glanced at it, and then he raised his gaze and turned his head to look into the distance, his eyes full of fear and grief, and his voice gritted his teeth.

But the next moment, his complexion changed again, and he hurriedly got up from the deck with his hands and feet, staggered back, hid himself in a dark place on the hull, squatted on the ground and stared at these corpses, not daring to move.

It wasn't until he hid in the shadows, looked at the corpses one by one, and made sure that all of them were headless, and that no one could be ambushed among the corpses, that he breathed a sigh of relief again.

Immediately afterwards, he began to breathe again, thinking, yes, if they hadn't left, they were afraid that they would be in danger as soon as they got on the boat.

His soaked body, with the sea breeze blowing, he couldn't help but shiver, the blood at the corner of his mouth had already been washed away by the seawater, and the previous wetness was quickly dried up at this time.

Relaxed, all senses were rapidly recovering, and my mouth suddenly felt extremely thirsty.

He looked around, then staggered to his feet and searched the boat for water, but found nothing.

It is clear that all the fresh water on board was taken away.

"The Adversary is murderous!" He peeled off the shield in front of him, and a pale old face was revealed, it turned out that this person was actually Liu Shiyuan, who was hit by Mo Bai's last blow and flew into the sea.

After receiving the last blow from Mo Bai, he didn't die!

And he dodged the mending knives of the Bamboo Leaf Grandmasters, and this alone is enough to show that he is indeed powerful and worthy of his reputation.

Liu Shiyuan's face was hideous and gloomy in his weakness, he clenched his fists, wanted to get angry, but he reluctantly put it down, at this time he was already struggling to stand up, where did he still have the strength to get angry.

Sit down on the boat again, lick his lips, and then grope around his body for a while, and finally groped out a small Dan bottle in his arms, just took it out and looked at it, but saw that the mouth of the Dan bottle had been broken, and there was only some seawater left in it, and the Dan Pill had long been gone.

There was annoyance in his eyes again, and he smashed the Dan bottle out.

At this time, he seems to have a very unstable mind, and as a grandmaster, he can't even control his joy and anger.

This...... I'm afraid that the Dao heart has been shattered by Mo Bai!

But he didn't seem to notice it himself, and let out a long breath, his eyes continued to search around, and finally looked at the corpses.

After a slight hesitation, he got up and came to the bodies that had long since been decapitated and placed densely packed in the bow of the boat, and began to grope for them one by one.

Maybe it's luck, but he really found something.

From a grandmaster of Shangqing Mountain, he took out a pill bottle, which was also broken, but this person was different from him, he had never been beaten into the sea, although the pill bottle was broken, but after a while of groping on him, he found a pill that was still intact although it was bloody.

After a little recognition, his face was full of joy: "Sure enough, the sky is endless, I am actually Guiyuan Dan!" ”

If Mo Bai is here, I am afraid that he can remember that his life back then was only worth a few Guiyuan Dan.

Liu Shiyuan ignored everything else, swallowed the pill, and immediately began to heal.

Guiyuan Pill is indeed a supreme treasure medicine, and not long after taking it, I saw that his body was gradually steaming hot, and his breathing was slowly long.

After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes brightened slightly, but there was a flash of regret, he shook his head slightly, and his face was gloomy again: "The injury is too serious, a pill of Guiyuan Dan is not of great use, you must immediately retreat and heal, otherwise I am afraid that the future will be endless!" ”

Raising his head and looking around, it was dark, he stared at the ship on the opposite side again, in fact, he still had the heart to go over and investigate, but the injury was too serious, he knew that he couldn't afford to toss, otherwise he wouldn't have risked getting on the boat to show up.

After thinking about it, I still felt that it was impossible for Mo Bai to continue to stay here, after all, this was a place where Qi Man came and went.

Thinking of Qiman, Liu Shiyuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked down at his side again, his eyes fixed on a fire fold.

He picked up the fire fold, looked into the distance, groaned slightly, and whispered at the corner of his mouth: "That devil killed all the monks of my Dao Sect without leaving a chicken and dog, and when he left, he also mended the knife one by one, and cut off the head, with that demon is so ferocious, how can he leave without taking my head?" Do you think I'm buried at the bottom of the ocean? Still too badly injured......"

Thinking of this, a fierce flash flashed in his eyes: "He left in a small boat, the speed can't be fast, release the signal at this time, let the banner man chase and intercept, and will definitely make this demon die without a place to be buried!" ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly clenched the fire fold, raised his hand to ignite it, and the object was lit, using the fire as a signal.

He knew very well that the reason why there had been no patrol ships in this area since the beginning of the battle was because they were checking and balancing and did not allow the flag to approach.

This time, in fact, there are not only these people on the ship, but also several grandmasters, who are counterbalancing with the Qiman grandmaster on the shore!

The banner barbarians did not allow all of them to enter the territory of the pearl to prevent them from causing chaos!

They also didn't allow the banner barbarians to come over to make trouble, in case they made trouble, and at this moment, many patrol ships in this sea area were scattered under the supervision of the people in the Daomen!

If the banner man behaves badly, they will immediately send a signal for this side to withdraw.

For a common purpose, it is naturally impossible for Qiman to refuse such a good thing, he doesn't have to contribute, and he can kill Mo Bai, so why not.

As for the secret means, it is impossible for both sides to be careless, and both have complete precautions.

Originally, after killing Mo Bai, they would not go to Mingzhu, but would only release a signal for Qi Man to come over and clean up the mess and take on the great merit of killing Mo Bai, but they would evacuate directly and disappear without a trace with Mo Bai's head.

A transaction, for Qiman, can not only deal with Mo Bai, but also have no loss at all, why not.